11-19-2024, 07:44 PM
==I have been informed that since this is a bigger ship than the Philadelphia, that I can now have a plethora of NPCs, and that is why the NPC list is gone from the wiki. Commence NPCing!==
They had gone to Red Alert before Braggins came aboard, and of course no one bothered telling Security why. Art was glad she had up ‘spy’ feeds from all over the ship, and that the Bridge was the one with the volume on. Peter commanded the ship to be at battle stations, to which her teams were all too ready to do. She saw a request come in for Brele to head to the Bridge, and a grimace flittered on Art’s face; Peter liked using the Cardassian crewmember to help aid in the dealings with Cardassians. At least now she knew why they were at Red Alert.
On a readout screen, Art watched orders go through to Engineering regarding the slipstream drive: so their First Officer was planning to run, but preparing to fight. She nodded in silent approval and acknowledgement.
When Braggins came back to the ship, Art busied herself studying the list of Security members at her disposal. They were at battle stations, the Bridge was preparing for flight and fight, and Art may need Human-looking people to help secure the people in the Cargo Bay, who may or may not wake up in the middle of all of this due to heavily-outdated technology.
Did she dare bring someone back from the shift that had just ended, just because they were Human? It was probably a good idea, but she decided to let them sleep first, and send them a message that they were on stand-by. They’d be on alert anyway, with the klaxons going red. She turned her attention to Beta and Gamma shifts instead, grateful to be on a ship with such diversity.
A couple of Bajorans, they could work, a Vulcan, four Humans, two Betazoids, and another Klingon-Human hybrid, like herself. Art hated being out of the loop, and hated knowing that she’d have to prod Command to give her any information on what was going on. Luckily, she still had the Bridge feed up, and brought that up next to the feed that was running for the Cargo Bay. Anything Braggins said, she’d hear.
“Kyle, Thad.” She said, barely looking up from her console. “You’re on standby for extra assistance in the Cargo Bays, should those people start waking up. Don’t go until I tell you to, though.” Art made another face now, as she was watching the werewolf-looking exchange officer doctor one of the guests. This could call for her people to go in with sedatives in hyposprays.
They had gone to Red Alert before Braggins came aboard, and of course no one bothered telling Security why. Art was glad she had up ‘spy’ feeds from all over the ship, and that the Bridge was the one with the volume on. Peter commanded the ship to be at battle stations, to which her teams were all too ready to do. She saw a request come in for Brele to head to the Bridge, and a grimace flittered on Art’s face; Peter liked using the Cardassian crewmember to help aid in the dealings with Cardassians. At least now she knew why they were at Red Alert.
On a readout screen, Art watched orders go through to Engineering regarding the slipstream drive: so their First Officer was planning to run, but preparing to fight. She nodded in silent approval and acknowledgement.
When Braggins came back to the ship, Art busied herself studying the list of Security members at her disposal. They were at battle stations, the Bridge was preparing for flight and fight, and Art may need Human-looking people to help secure the people in the Cargo Bay, who may or may not wake up in the middle of all of this due to heavily-outdated technology.
Did she dare bring someone back from the shift that had just ended, just because they were Human? It was probably a good idea, but she decided to let them sleep first, and send them a message that they were on stand-by. They’d be on alert anyway, with the klaxons going red. She turned her attention to Beta and Gamma shifts instead, grateful to be on a ship with such diversity.
A couple of Bajorans, they could work, a Vulcan, four Humans, two Betazoids, and another Klingon-Human hybrid, like herself. Art hated being out of the loop, and hated knowing that she’d have to prod Command to give her any information on what was going on. Luckily, she still had the Bridge feed up, and brought that up next to the feed that was running for the Cargo Bay. Anything Braggins said, she’d hear.
“Kyle, Thad.” She said, barely looking up from her console. “You’re on standby for extra assistance in the Cargo Bays, should those people start waking up. Don’t go until I tell you to, though.” Art made another face now, as she was watching the werewolf-looking exchange officer doctor one of the guests. This could call for her people to go in with sedatives in hyposprays.